You will know when you will meet your soul mate, you’ll just know. There’s no way you’ll be wondering, “Is this my soul mate?”

A soul mate is a part of you which you didn’t even know exist, which was lost but you didn’t realize until you found it. Like sometimes while moving your furniture during spring cleaning that old crayon or that scrap book emerges from some corner and you immediately remember how much you loved it and how you didn’t even realize you had lost it.

What do you do when you meet him/her, the soul mate? What will you do with that crayon? You’ll not let it go. Once you’ll meet your soul mate you’ll not want to be away for another moment. When Harry Met Sally, Harry said, “I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

Young love needs passion to grow. After your first date you want to meet him soon again. You’ve barely finished your first call and you already want to redial his number to know him some more. Like the flood gate of love and emotion has opened and you want to drench him in it. You think, “There is so much to do and so little time” and you just can’t wait to start the wonderful journey together. If you are a romantic you’ll not be sure of the destination but the journey is what you’ll want to live for.

You will wake up in the morning thinking about him and you’ll think of him before you sleep. If you are on Gtalk with him you will keep him informed about how goes your day – if it gets rough, you will ping him and make a sad face, get a virtual hug. At the end of the day, you’ll want to meet up and share a drink or two.

The love sapling needs unreasonable amount of possessiveness and ridiculous level of passion to grow into a strong tree. Young people meet over coffee and exchange sweet talks, mature people get a room and make love. In whatever way they can the lovers want to lose every bit of themselves to make the love tree. They wanna get spoilt, they wanna get imprisoned.

That is love, the true love of the real soul mates. I have said it before, saying it again, that true love does exist. Happens to rare people, happened to Romeo and Juliet.

Eventually, however the passion fades and makes way for responsibility, respect, understanding and admiration which strengthens the roots of the love tree. When the passion fades out, you are in a better position to make a sound judgment, “Do we really wanna spend the rest of  our lives together?”

If Romeo and Juliet didn’t die, they’d have asked that question. And probably broke up.

Love doesn’t stay. Love is not an insurance policy, love is not your pension scheme; Love is not your bailout of loneliness; Love is not the safety net for your heart.

Love is a season. Love is a fragrance. love is like the rainbow in the sky. Love is a bubble.

Make the most of it for it’s not here to stay.